Those Girls
By
Lisa A.Williams
They found each other
in poverty
the likes of which
they shared
tattered clothes,
grass stained knees,
boy cut hair
to save mother’s
time-
So she could linger
in the shadows,
living someone elses
made for TV life.
Hopscotch –
jumps never reaching
far enough
to find freedom
seemingly
only a stone’s throw
away.
Spaghetti O’s and
wonder bread
the staples of youth,
teeth decaying in
revolt
of silencing sweets.
and still those girls
grew, believing
the charming prince
would one day
swoop them up in
rescue
and dinner would be
more
than angry eyes
And
“Milk Toast”.
Lisa, you have definitely given a face to poverty. Spaghettio's and Wonder Bread. I do remember Wonder Bread, loved it as a child, couldn't force myself to eat it now. All children have their dreams, don't they? Some make it to them, and some don't. I hope these girls eventually did....maybe they eventually discovered they didn't need to rely on that handsome prince, but could do it on their own??? One can hope...and dream...even in poems.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mary. I hope their dreams came true as well.
ReplyDeletePowerful and profound...lovely writing, with an ache behind the words that leaves an impact!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sherri.
DeleteAhhhh aching and vivid and smooth as raw silk...an exquisite poem -thank you for sharing it
ReplyDeleteAlways appreciate your comments.
DeleteThis is an edited repost, right? I know I've read it...and loved it...you capture these heartaches so beautifully.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jennifer. I've been working on some new stuff, hopefully it will be ready to post soon.
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ReplyDeleteso close to
poetry
maybe that is what they share today.
Poverty can certainly inspire poetry for sure. Thank you for your comment.
DeleteSo well done -- strengthened because we know that the dreams do not come true. Poverty breeds poverty -- all too often.
ReplyDeleteSad but true, hopefully those girls escaped. Thank you for your comment.
DeleteLisa....you wrote on a sensitive topic so effortlessly:) as always, you shine. It is heartrending.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully penned.
Thank you so much, Panchali.
DeleteI love this. I felt it. I felt what they felt.
ReplyDeleteThis feels so effortless in its flow--your work is just so lovely!
ReplyDeletebroken dreams of girls:(
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